Turn The Music Up

[Intro] De mi tierra bella, de mi tierra santa Yeah, Latinos (De mi tierra bella, de mi tierra santa) I can go all around the world But there’s no place like where you come from C’mon, yeah Mic check, one, two, baby! [Verse 1] Fresh off the blizzy, new Adidas track suit White, green, and red stripes I might get a tattoo I’m so Mexico, no pavement Dirt roads I walked those and I finally made it This is for my grandfather who came Without a penny now I’m rappin ‘bout my shoe game? Let me check myself, everybody need that Grandma listen to my records but she doesn’t speak that I’ve seen poverty, I know how it feels To change the life of a kid with some big wheels Just like Santa Claus, in Jalisco Givin presents to these kids, no tree though I do it for my roots (Yes!), and I ain’t talkin' hair Can’t drive into the USA so we walkin' there I love my heritage, I’m so irreverent New Vicente Fernandez I’m blarin' it Estephan Lopez, George and Jennifer I’m so focused I speak it fluently, I might rap in it Until then, ha It’s a wrap in it [Chorus] Owww, yeah It just feels good Turn that music up It just feels good Turn the music up, baby It just feels good Así, así C’mon, c'mon Hahaha [Verse 2] And now my family live in Inglewood, there’s a whole block of us I signed my deal and took the doc to a taco truck That’s just who I am, Viva Beast mode I’m on TV now, Telemundo! See my dad’s daddy work his fingers to the bone For less than I made and so I’m bringin' that home Never goin' broke again, we lived that Dollar menu dinners for my family won’t miss that (Nah) And when I touch down, to the motherland If I can’t cry 'cause I’m happy that my mother can So I pay my respect to the fallen ones Selena was a star, can’t believe they call me one Channel Pancho Villa when I'm tryna conquer (Tryna conquer) I know we saw the white light, luz blanca I’d rather die on my feet in this battle ground Than live one day on my knees, how that sound? I’m bringin' everything I know to the masses (Yes!) Tequila shots, raise your glasses Not for me, though, a bag full of Fanta Light a candle on the window sill for the aunta [Chorus] Owwww, yeah, c’mon It just feels good Turn that music up It just feels good Turn the music up, baby It just feels good Así, así C’mon, c’mon [Outro] Becky-Becky-Becky G Latinos stand up!